Through misty veils of doubt,
I try to see
What waits ahead, what’s meant to be.
My sight is blurred by fear unknown,
Yet hope still stirs, a seed well sown.
I cling to faith that all is well,
That time will break this anxious spell.
Though paths seem hidden, lost from view,
I trust the way will soon shine through.
So on I walk, each steady stride,
Through clouded days, I will not hide.
With patient strength, I journey on,
Certain the dawn will soon be drawn.
Though glass appears opaque and skewed,
My will remains unshaken, true.
I move ahead with grace and fire,
Until I reach where dreams aspire.
MARYANN BOSAH 